Lieutenant M'ress looked down into the toilet and frowned.There was quite a lot of what used to be Crewman Mayhew in the bowl. Digesting an entire human necessarily meant that nearly a whole human worth of mass eventually needed to come back out of her. The latest batch was perhaps ten kilograms of amorphous brown Caitian droppings speckled with white flecks. These were either small bones broken loose from their moorings to pass through her bowels or bits of larger ones broken down by her power

Ratbat
at the Ziggurat
By
Strega
For
the average person, being eaten by a tiger was something that only
happened once. You ended up inside it in many little pieces, it
digested you, and that was the end of your story. You would soon be
in the "fertilizer" portion of your existence that pretty
much all living things go through at the end.
The
average tiger isn't a two-ton genetically engineered supercat
perfectly capable of swallowing a man whole, though, and the average
person i

Savage
and the Ziggurat
By
Strega
Sledgehammer
was strong. Earlier this evening the cops had shown up as he smashed
his way out of a jewelry store and he'd thrown their squad car at
them. A little after that a ratman vigilante turned up and Sledge
slammed him through a wall, which hadn't killed the rat but did get
it out of his hair.
Then
the rat's friend showed up and everything went south.
"I
haven't eaten a cyborg in a while," rumbled the two-ton tiger
whose paw pinned Sledge to th

Meeting
WarthBy
Strega
There
were a dozen waiters, waitresses, and assorted attendants working
this one bar, plus a couple of bouncers. The raccoon was the smallest
of all of them and to his eyes the perfect candidate.
She
was perhaps four feet tall, or a hair more if her ears popped up,
with delicate black-furred hands and feet and a matching bandit's
mask. Aevo couldn't take his eyes off her. Oh, no doubt she was wiry
and strong under the fur, given the way she hefted trays full of
plates, gl

Gareth

By
Strega


Gareth
Goldmane was not a happy lion.
He
should have been. He had a good job as a bouncer, free food and
lodging, even the occasional free drink from a bartender thankful he
had stifled some conflict before it broke into a full fight. He was
handsome as only a lion could be, great-maned, broad across the
shoulder and narrow of waist, six and a half feet tall and all
muscle under his tan fur coat, his tufted tail swaying behind him as
he walked. He worked at t

Learning
curve
By
Strega
"You
need me to do what?", Yellowstripe growled.
After
a probationary period learning the ins and outs of the Ziggurat and
how to deal with customers he had been working as a bouncer at one of
the Ziggurat bar for nearly a month now, but his training was far
from done. There were classes he attended before or after his shift
and his favorite was hand to hand combat training.
He'd
been an hour into that, taught today by the heavily scarred gladiator
Brannos he

Lunch
BreakBy
Strega
Yellowstripe
learned something important on his lunch break that day.
He
was at a booth in the bar, picking at scraps from a platter of raw
meat, when he let out a sudden snarl. A passing waitress looked over
as his naked pink tail drummed the floor, thump-thump-thump, and she
smiled at the glazed look in the big tiger-alien's eyes. No one else
seemed to notice in the noise and chatter of the bar, where natives
of dozens of worlds and dimensions got together to drink, discu

Yellowstripe
and ReidaBy
Strega
It
was the third time Yellowstripe had seen her, and he couldn't take
his eyes from the brown, furry woman.
He
sat in a little booth sized more for human-sized creatures than
kzinti because it was closer to the employee entrances. She was
staff and from here he got a better look, and even an occasional
sniff of her musk.
"Someone
is smitten," Charl-captain said with a fanged grin. "Human
women not good enough?"
"You
know perfectly well t

At
the ZigguratBy
Strega
The kzinti
with the yellow stripes let out a chilling snarl and came all over
Marla's ample bosom. It had taken the stripper's hands, her breasts
and her mouth to tease the eight-foot-tall alien pseudo-cat into
ejaculating, and it would never have happened had he not been very
drunk. Only about once a month did a kzinti show up so horny and
desperate as to put his honor aside and get it on with a human.
Tonight there
were three, which was something the girls would tal